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Law is drinking his seventh shitty coffee from the machine in the break room (in which he hasn’t taken one break in the last eight hours out of fourteen of this shift) when the call to his next appointment comes on his work phone. He is walking back from the changing room, through the dreary neon-lit corridors of the older part of the Emergency Room building, expression ever the sourest since he realized he didn’t have any more clean work clothes to change into and would have to carry on with the rest of his work day (night?) in a bloody top, unless he found disposable scrubs—which was his plan, until the device attached to his hip started beeping obnoxiously. He sighs before downing the lukewarm (always lukewarm, it never even pours hot) content of the foam cup into his open mouth, tossing it to the trash can next to the elevator doors and pulling his mask back up over his mouth and nose.
This was supposed to be an easy Tuesday shift, until a twelve car pile-up on the freeway a few miles away turned the ER waiting room into a warzone, and Law’s chief resident asked him to do overtime to deal with the sudden influx of patients. Three hours passed between an unremembered number of stitches sewn into injuries, blood pressure tests taken and bandages applied, until Law himself had forgotten he had planned to go home early that night. He doesn't even try to argue with his senior about putting somebody else on the case and presses the elevator button to the right floor instead.
The nurse handing him the patient's file at the reception has a funny smile on her face, but he doesn't pay it any particular attention, until his eyes scan the page in front of him and fall on this "Monkey D. Luffy"'s reason to visit the ER: "rectal foreign object," with a note reading "broken butt plug." He sighs again, heavy and tired already. Not his first one, they get those too often for comfort, honestly. His reaction apparently makes the nurse giggle, and he offers her a quick nod he hopes registers at somewhat friendly before he starts walking towards the area where the 5'8", 140lbs, 21 years old male is being kept, awaiting medical attention for his embarrassing ailment.
Law hears his patient before he sees him, his loud and whiny voice complaining to whoever is accompanying him about being hungry. At least he guesses the voice belongs to the young man, as he was most likely advised to not eat or drink anything by the nurse who took his vitals about an hour ago during triage. He sounds annoying, he thinks while a much lower male voice answers something the intern can't make out. Law pulls the curtain surrounding the makeshift exam room without looking up, his gaze still trained on the sheets of paper held in his hand, double checking his new patient's chart.
"Good evening," he greets mechanically, "I'm Trafalgar Law and I'll be taking care of you today."
He finally looks up when no one greets him back, and his tired gaze lands on a very cute young man sitting cross legged on top of the bed, wearing a bright red tank top, jean shorts and… a straw hat? He’s looking at Law like he has grown a second head in between the reception desk and the examination room, but it might just be the effect of his tattooed hands, pierced ears and bloody shirt. Standing next to him, Law finds a taller man with moss green hair, bulky muscles peeking from underneath a thin gym top, revealing too many scars to be healthy for someone this young—or anyone, really. One of his eyes is even kept shut under a neat vertical line starting above his eyebrow and finishing on top of his cheek. Law is used to scars, and assessing someone’s physical form quickly, so he doesn’t linger on the—admittedly attractive—man and his peculiar features. He is, however, a little thrown off when the man offers him a confident smirk and a nod like they just crossed paths at the club.
“Hi! I’m Luffy,” the straw hat wearing man blurts from the bed before Law has time to react. He’s beaming brightly, showing no signs whatsoever he’s been waiting in a busy ER for over four hours because a broken sex toy is stuck up his anal cavity.
“I know, I read your admission sheet,” he deadpans. Luffy doesn’t seem bothered one bit by Law’s coldness and only giggles:
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Torao! Did you know there’s blood on your shirt?”
“I’m not–” Law starts to answer, the brewing headache he’s been nursing for most of his shift suddenly spiking in intensity with irritation. “My name is Trafalgar! And I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to change,” he says instead. Luffy shakes a hand dismissively, apparently unfazed.
“I’m Zoro, his boyfriend,” the green-haired man supplies next, extending a friendly hand. Law gives it a quick shake, but his mind is already turning to the job awaiting him. He does notice the two men’s eyes following the movement of his tattooed hands, Zoro is even looking visibly interested. He tries not to judge the apparently very open couple while he sets Luffy’s file down on a side table and puts latex gloves on.
“So, a butt plug, huh?” he asks, straight to the point to the two men. Luffy giggles more, and Zoro’s cheeks paint pink before he looks like he suddenly remembered something and ruffles through the pockets of his gym shorts, finally pulling out a small object and presenting it to the intern. It’s a flat, round piece of black plastic made to look like a gemstone. Law stares at it, at a loss for words.
“It’s the part that broke off the base,” Zoro supplies unhelpfully, “I thought you might need to see it.” Law raises his head back up, looking at the shorter man without trying to hide his confusion.
“Why?” he asks, almost desperately. Zoro shrugs and blushes, putting the thing back where he found it. Luffy is laughing by his side, calling his boyfriend silly. The irony of the situation is not lost on Law as he watches the younger and fidgety man clap his flip-flop clad feet together nonchalantly, showing great flexibility and a complete lack of fucks to give about social rules of conduct at the same time. Law is mildly impressed. He moves closer to him, gesturing for him to lie on his back, which he does eagerly.
“Do you mind removing your shorts? You can keep your underwear on.” he instructs professionally. The younger man nods and does as instructed, except Law quickly discovers he isn’t wearing any underwear. They probably left in a hurry, he thinks, his gaze avoiding Luffy’s private parts. “When did the incident happen?” he asks while Luffy is busy sliding his bottoms off his subtly muscular legs and throwing them to Zoro carelessly.
“Well, Zoro came home from work around 8pm and we immediately started because I wanted to have food right after we were done, so…” Luffy starts explaining. Zoro is nodding.
“Around five hours ago now,” he says, looking at the time on his phone. “At first, I tried to get it out, but I’m not very agile with my fingers so it went further in,” he says with a guilty grimace. “We’ve never had any issue like that with this plug before, and we’ve had it for years!” Law makes a face and hopes his mask covers most of it.
“Maybe that was the issue,” he can’t help mumbling, looking back to Luffy before him. The black-haired boy giggles sheepishly, still looking entirely unbothered by the situation or the fact he’s butt-naked on a hospital bed… with a half-hard on?!
Law must visibly make a face this time, because the man finally makes an attempt at hiding the offending body part with his hands.
“Sorry, Doctor, I was supposed to fuck Zoro tonight and he didn’t even let me jerk off quickly before going to the hospital, so now–”
“Luffy! He doesn’t need to know–” Zoro interrupts, choking on his saliva.
“It’s fine.” Law shuts them both up firmly. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” he recites professionally, trying to ignore the heat pooling around his neckline. “I’m going to try and feel whether or not the object has moved up into your abdomen, if you don’t mind,” he explains to Luffy. The man nods his head but doesn’t move his arms out of the way. “Can I touch your lower belly?” he asks again, hoping the boy will get his meaning this time. He doesn’t, only answering with a sly smile:
“Dr. Torao can touch me anywhere he’d like!”
Zoro can’t even make an attempt at stopping his boyfriend from embarrassing himself, this time, and Law hears him curse.
“Fuck’s sake Luffy, no,” he practically pleads. Law is more irritated than truly bothered by the clumsy flirting, and would like to be done with this medical examination before the next day, if possible. He pushes Luffy’s hands away from his dick and starts pressing into his belly firmly but carefully, turning to Zoro so he’s not left staring at his patient’s penis while he works.
“Has he taken anything or…?” he asks, suddenly realizing the boy’s chart didn’t mention any drugs.
“Nah, he’s just like that,” Zoro chuckles, a hand moving to his boyfriend before removing the straw hat from the bed so it doesn’t get more squished by Luffy’s position. He places it on a nearby chair carefully and Luffy smiles at him softly. The casual display of affection is sickening, Law tries to tell himself, knowing he actually finds it cute.
He focuses back on his work for a few more seconds, feeling around Luffy’s belly as much as he can. The man’s body is firm with leanly built muscles, but soft as putty under the press of Law’s hands. Luffy even stops fidgeting while he’s being examined, although Law is almost 100% sure it’s because he’s enjoying the contact more than he should in this context. Law avoids thinking about it, but it becomes harder when his gaze is stuck between looking at Luffy’s pretty pink cheeks and his hardening cock.
“I can’t feel it,” Law says a bit too loudly to be natural once he’s done, pulling the light sheet from the bed and placing it over Luffy’s lower body—more for his own comfort than the man’s, clearly. “It’s a good sign, means it’s still relatively low in your rectum,” he tells him. Luffy shrugs.
“I could have told you that myself, I can still feel it.” Law doesn’t doubt that, but he would have needed to check anyway. Due diligence, etc. Next to them, Zoro’s previously tense stance relaxes slightly.
“Ideally, we still need to take some X-rays to make sure it’s not in an awkward position or has done damage, although I guess it’s unlikely in your case considering you look healthy otherwise.” As he says that, Law pulls his pen out of his chest pocket and grabs Luffy’s file, scribbling the results of his examination on the page. “Lemme call Doctor Kureha here, she’ll decide what’s best to do in your case,” he adds while taking his work phone out of its case. He pages the woman, and immediately gets a signal back—she is already on her way.
While he waits for her to appear, Law goes through the usual questionnaire regarding allergies and medications, in case he’s misjudged the situation and Luffy needs surgery—doubtful, but better safe than sorry. He learns the man has an autism diagnosis and used to take ADHD meds but doesn’t anymore, and really, he can’t pretend he didn’t see this one coming. He distractingly listens to the couple banter about what was the dumb name of the last meds Luffy was prescribed a couple of years ago while he takes more notes, an amused smirk thankfully hidden behind his mask the whole time.
“What have we got here?” Dr. Kureha greets loudly when she enters the makeshift room a second later, pushing the curtains with a flourish, as eccentric as ever. Luffy immediately starts beaming at her, and sits up taller. The woman quickly introduces herself to the couple before Law shows her Luffy’s file and explains the situation, as well as the result of his examination. She winces.
“Well, normally, I would agree he needs to get X-rays before we try anything, but all of our machines are busy for the next six hours with the car crash on the I-16. Same thing for our anaesthesiologists. I don’t usually like waiting for so long to attempt an extraction… Maybe we could write you a referral for the clinic on the other side of town? It’ll be out of pocket, though. They don’t take health insurance there, not even your fancy military pension one,” she tells Luffy. He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“It’s really not that bad, we only came here because we thought you might be able to get it out with tools, or something. I don’t need Anastasia.”
Law swallows a chuckle at the man’s mistake; Zoro doesn’t have the same consideration and fully snorts. The two men exchange an amused look, and Zoro looks more handsome with every passing minute, annoyingly. He’s got three tear-shaped golden earrings dangling off his left ear, Law notices even more annoyingly. Luffy, for his part, doesn’t seem to notice he’s said anything wrong, and Dr. Kureha barely acknowledges his answer either, too busy having a strange staring contest with the stubborn patient sitting in front of her.
“Fine!” she finally concedes, having apparently come to some type of conclusion about Luffy’s worth. Law would think she’s completely bonkers if he didn’t know what a good doctor she is—maybe it was what made her so good, all things considered. The older woman turns to him dramatically. “Are you up to the challenge, boy?” she asks. Law sighs, weighing his options. He allows himself a fleeting glance in the couple’s direction, and comes to the very unsettling realization that as ridiculous as the situation is, he has been having a generally much more fun time with these two idiots than with any other patient in the last month. He tries not to think of the other reason why he’s considering going through with the intervention, because it would be deeply unprofessional, and Law is anything but. He nods to Dr. Kureha.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Great! You go right ahead, I’ll come back in a bit to check on you. Don’t forget the waiver, and good luck!”
And just like that, she is gone, and Law is alone with the two very hot men once more, one of whom he is about to get very familiar with. Is this a good idea?, he thinks briefly. But it’s too late to question his decision. If he succeeds, it will show Dr. Kureha that he can be trusted with more major intervention, he reminds himself. He tries his best no to let his awkwardness get the best of him when he turns his full attention to Luffy once more, but the man looks so smug Law’s professional composure is almost thrown off to the winds.
Thankfully, he gets an excuse to step away for a second to go get a consent waiver at the reception desk, as well as some medical lube, long gloves and paper towels in the nearest supply closet. When he comes back a minute later, he hears Luffy complain about being hungry again, and Zoro joking about him forgetting about his stomach when “the hot doctor” was in the room. Law stops before they can realize he’s just outside, takes a deep breath, quickly checks around that no one is watching him, and finally tears the mask off his face to stuff it in his back pocket. No particular reason why, it’s just more comfortable. Right?
Luffy and Zoro practically gawk at him when he enters the “room” again with his face uncovered, holding a large pump bottle of lube and a couple of pairs of gloves just in case. Law can swear he literally sees Luffy gulping before pulling more of the sheet covering his lower body between his legs to dissimulate whatever is happening underneath—but Law can guess.
“Sign this if you consent,” he says without preamble, handing the waiver and a pen to Luffy. The man takes them and scans the page quickly, before signing the bottom. Law snatches it back and places it with the rest of the file.
Next, he tries to act as casually as possible while he moves a chair to the bottom of the bed and the material he needs on a small table next to it, shoving as far down as he can the deeply untoward thought that this is the perfect set up for a stupidly hot medical porn video. Looking at Zoro, Law can immediately tell he’s having the exact same thoughts and he is not refraining any of them, his hungry gaze jumping between Luffy and Law. The intern tries his best to ignore it, but not because it makes him uncomfortable (which might be the worst part).
Finally, everything is ready. Luffy is watching him, still sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed. Law sits on the chair, and gestures for him to get closer while he lowers the bed at the right height using the remote. The young man complies eagerly, scooting down the mattress and tossing the sheets to the side until Law finds himself with a near facefull of dick and ass. He blushes furiously despite himself, and Zoro smirks smugly. Thankfully, Luffy can’t see, lying on his back with his legs open and up.
“Straw hat-ya,” Law allows some familiarity to slip past his lips in an effort to make the situation less tense, “are you sure you want to do this on your back?” he asks. Luffy raises his head, confused eyebrows peeking from above his surprisingly developed chest—still covered in red fabric, because why wouldn’t it be?—and he answers with a shrug:
“Sure, I’m used to it. Don’t worry about anything, Dr. Torao, my ass is so elastic it’s basically rubber,” he gloats. The tip of Law’s ears burn, and when he looks at Zoro for confirmation, the man is grinning amusingly and nodding. “We just needed someone with long and strong and clever fingers like yours to help. Plus, your hands aren’t as large as Zoro, so it will definitely fit!” he adds, practically causing Law to have a heart attack. The green-haired man isn’t so smug now, and looks as exasperated as amused.
“Loof, stop harassing the poor man, he’s working,” he tries weakly, but it only makes Luffy giggle. This is when Law decides he needs to get things over with before the situation gets any more unprofessional and he ends up losing his internship. He pulls a new pair of gloves on, and takes a subtle but grounding breath.
“Scoot down a bit more, please,” he instructs calmly to the younger man. When he’s in position, he guides his legs at the right place, and asks him to hold them up as well as he can. He places a firm pillow under the man’s hips, and moves the sheet so it covers them, and more importantly, the man’s growing erection. From his point of view, Law can still see the way it twitches impatiently above his round and fuzzy balls, which hang high and tense over his scrotum. The man’s body is, unfortunately, as stunning as his face.
Hippocrates, have mercy, he prays uselessly to himself as he pumps a heavy dose of lube on his dominant hand, the right one. He brings it to the wrinkled ring of muscles shifting lightly as Luffy anticipates him to make contact. It feels like everyone in the room is holding their breath, and Law has to remind himself to communicate his intent—even though asking for consent feels weirdly redundant right now.
“Ready?” he breathes more quietly than he intended, and scratches his throat. Luffy makes a strangled sound that resembles a “yes” and nods his head, and Law goes for it. He presses one finger first, using the technique he learned to check for prostate cancer, and it goes right in with little to no resistance. Huh.
Luffy giggles, and Law is almost happy to discover that he feels more awkward than anything else. He latches onto the way it makes his skin prickle uncomfortably under the hem of his shirt to gather his emotions back under wrap and put on a mask of professionalism. It works well for a few minutes, because he avoids Zoro’s gaze the whole time and focuses on lubricating his gloves and his patient’s skin as heavily as possible, using two, and then three fingers to massage his muscles and spread the slippery substance inside and out. He doesn’t think about how easy it is, nor does he acknowledge that Luffy’s erection is practically tenting the white sheet now.
But then, all of Law’s previous resolve goes to shit when he fits a fourth finger in, and Luffy lets out a moan so sincere the intern could bet he didn’t expect it himself. Law tries his best to pretend he’s not instantly gone hard as a rock in his loose work pants and keeps working. Eyes on the prize, he thinks, even though he can’t see or feel anything yet—except how Luffy’s walls spasm around his digits, how warm and pliable he feels inside, and how his hard cock keeps bouncing uncontrollably as if trying to get Law’s attention.
Law tries to find the awkwardness he felt at the start, when Luffy giggled dumbly and he was a tired medical intern with gloves long enough to reach his elbows, right about to fist a near stranger in the middle of the night on a random Wednesday; but he can’t find any of it anymore. Not when every time he moves, Luffy whines a little louder, and when Law looked up a second ago, Zoro was standing near his boyfriend with tenting sports shorts while he watched another man finger his boyfriend open. Fuck, fuck, fuck, focus you useless homosexual, he admonishes himself internally. He takes a steadying breath he doesn’t bother hiding and stills before the next step.
“Everything alright?” he asks in a surprisingly steady tone as if he doesn’t know just how alright this all is. Luffy squeaks, scratches his throat and answers:
“All good, Doctor.” Law huffs and twists his hand, shifting it so he can press further and fit his thumb next.
“I’m not a doctor, I’m an intern,” he reminds one more time. Luffy snorts unattractively.
“You sure are internal right now.” It makes Zoro guffaw, and it’s a good distraction for Law to let himself chuckle lowly, but not good enough for Luffy not to notice.
“You’re so into me it makes you look stupid,” he says, and Law doesn’t dignify him with an answer. Instead, he pushes his five fingers in at once, and Luffy gasps and tenses. “Fuuh–” he lets out too loudly for Law’s comfort, even if it was his fault. Zoro immediately moves to sit behind Luffy and press a hand to his mouth, looking as red as his boyfriend’s shirt.
“Could you at least pretend you’re not enjoying yourself?” he admonishes his lover, although his tone is soft and amused. Luffy whines as an answer, unable to talk, but his eyes—which Law can see now that his head is raised against Zoro’s chest—look mirthful, and bore straight into Law’s like a challenge. Most of Law’s hand is inside him now, and he has to peel his gaze away from the younger man’s to focus on his task. He pushes in carefully, shocked at how loose Luffy’s muscles are and remembering how confident he was about not needing anesthesia. Well, guess he was right to be, Law thinks.
“Close, I can feel you’re close,” Luffy breathes suddenly, pulling Zoro’s hand off his face. His breathlessness coupled with his words have Law’s brain short-circuit, and he feels himself throb in his pants. This is so stupid, he thinks for the umteenth time. He doesn’t answer, not trusting whatever is about to come out of his mouth, and pushes his gloved hand further instead: the remaining inch of it slips inside, Luffy’s stretched hole hugging his wrist snuggly, and the man moans again. Law curses under his breath. He briefly thanks gods he doesn’t believe in for the fact that the two adjacent examination areas are empty, and theirs is close enough to the waiting room that the noises coming out of it are probably being drowned in the general chaos.
Finally, he barely moves half an inch more before he feels something firm and flexible at the tip of his middle finger. Luffy was right, he was close! He sighs in relief and raises his head to look at the two men again. He finds Zoro transfixed by the disheveled form of Luffy, who is panting quietly and holding on to his boyfriend for dear life.
“Just a bit more and I think I can grip it,” he reassures the pair, trying to trick himself into thinking Luffy is in pain rather than getting the prostate massage of his life by Law’s hand. The illusion is broken the next second when Law spreads his fingers slightly inside the man, pushing up in the direction of the foreign object, and Luffy’s mouth falls open in a choked cry, head thrown back into Zoro’s shoulder. The muscles of his abdomen and legs tense and tremble, and Law feels his wall spasms around his hand. He realizes with horror that it is causing the toy to move further along Luffy’s cavity and, with a surge of panic, his first reflex is to grab Luffy’s throbbing length at the base and squeeze.
“Oh no you don’t,” he exclaims, staving off the orgasm that was about to ruin all his work. Luffy hiccups miserably and looks down in shock, still shaking slightly from the onslaught of pleasure being interrupted so cruelly. The tip of his cock is deep purple, weeping precum like a hose in Law’s firm grasp. “You’re gonna have to work with me here, Luffy-ya,” the intern speaks again, happy to find he sounds as authoritative as he intended. Luffy nods rapidly.
“Okay, okay, I will,” he answers docilely, apparently too far gone to be a brat anymore. Law can’t help smiling, wide and satisfied, forgetting he isn’t wearing a mask. Zoro smirks back smugly, as if he is proud of his boyfriend’s ability to bulldoze all of Law’s professionalism to reveal just how much he is enjoying himself. Law ignores him, fuming inside. He focuses back on his job.
“When I tell you, I need you to push, alright?” he instructs Luffy. The younger man grimaces.
“As if I’m taking a shit?”
Law sighs. “Yes, as if you’re taking a shit.” He moves his hand to be in the best position—a little faster than he would if Luffy wasn’t giving him so much trouble, making him gasp in surprise. “Now, push,” he orders. Luffy does so, and it works better than Law expected: he’s almost able to pinch the silicone between his index and his middle finger on the first try. “Yes, that was really good,” he praises him without thinking. “Almost there, do that again for me please.” Luffy whines, breathy and high pitched.
“I can’t– I’m gonna–”
“Yes you can,” Law interrupts firmly, squeezing his cock right above the balls briefly like a warning. “Come on, straw hat-ya, you’re so close,” he encourages him, taking advantage of the low rumble of his deep voice he knows works so well to give orders to bratty subs. Luffy obeys immediately, and this time, Law is able to catch the edge of the object with his thumb and index, pinching as hard as he can so the abundant lubrication doesn’t cause it to slip away again.
“Good boy, you did such a good job,” he drawls without thinking, completely out of habit, while he starts to swiftly yet carefully pull the toy out. A strong spasm forces him to slow down, and he feels Luffy’s dick swell impossibly larger in his loosening left hand. A wave of satisfaction crashes through him at the same time as he feels and hears Luffy coming undone, moaning in his throat while his back tries to arch off the bed in pleasure. Law steadily continues pulling his hand out, knuckles dragging against Luffy’s sensitive insides, until finally, the swell of his thumb breaches the stretched ring of muscles, and the rest of his hand follows quickly. For a second, all that is left inside of Luffy’s ass is the half-broken plug, which pops out wetly with the next muscle spasm.
Law breathes a sigh of relief, and takes a second to assess the situation. His thankfully gloved left hand is loosely holding Luffy’s still hard and twitching cock, covered in the man’s pearly white semen. In his other hand, a bright pink silicone plug almost as wide as his fist is hanging loosely from his fingers by its broken base. When he looks up, he realizes why Luffy’s voice was so muffled while he came: one of Zoro’s arms is holding Luffy's upper body against his chest tightly, his hand over his mouth. Luffy is gripping him in return, his hazy eyes locked on his boyfriend’s face while Zoro whispers sweet nothings into Luffy’s damp hair as if he just gave birth to their child in the form of the bright pink toy. Law almost feels like he’s intruding on the intimate moment, his thoughts mingled between trying to regain a professional composure and an arousal more powerful than anything he'd felt in the last months, if not years.
After a second, he scratches his throat, and Luffy turns his half-lidded, chocolate brown eyes to him, before pulling Zoro's hand away from his mouth and beaming brighter than the sun.
"Thanks, Dr. Torao,” he exclaims, voice soft and mellow. Behind him, Zoro offers him an equally appreciative grin. Oh, shit, Law thinks, heart skipping a beat.